There is a million questions out there
And not even one solved
Hundreds of answers in the air
The preachers are giving the tone
I didn't know I wasted my days to wait the storm
There is not better signs when the rain and the waves get rough
I met a million people out there
A million differents ones
Going in every directions
Looking for the meaning of life
I didn't know I wasted my days to wait the storm
There is not better signs when the rain and the waves get rough
I stood for year await for the darkness to come to search for any bright sign
Till I realize I have to ignite the light hid deep inside
There is no use to look back and tell yourself it could have been different after all
So I quite on waiting for the storm to come
So I quite on waiting anything to come